Hello again! I'm trying the new copy n' paste on my iphone. It seems promising. :) Please enjoy Phinbella fluff!
"Isabella, please." Phineas begged his best friend. He stood at the doorway to the girl's bedroom, as he had for several minutes.
"Fine. I'll teach you how to slow dance." Isabella answered as she set her phone down. It took a lot of begging and an irresistable puppydog face to get her to say yes.
She walked up to him, and as she did he finally took the time to look at her. The 16 year old girl was wearing a black mini dress. "You going on a date?" Phineas asked. "He can wait a few minutes." Isabella replied. Phineas looked at her like he did not approve of her outfit. It was kind of revealing...
"Alright. Your hands go here," the ravenhaired girl quipped as she laced her fingers with Phineas' and placed his hands on her hips. They both blushed, he had not touched her waistline before this. "And my arms go around your neck."
Phineas' face was redder than his hair. "We haven't been this close before." Isabella noticed their position and stepped closer. "Now we have."
Soft music started playing, and the two stood there, confused. "You lead." Isabella said, slightly annoyed. Phineas got it and moved even closer to her, then he took a few steps. Isabella followed him, and then the teenage boy got the hang of it. "Spin me," Isabella said as the dancing progressed, and a nervous Phineas twirled her.
Unfourtunately, he failed. Isabella started to fall, but Phineas caught her in his arms.
They stood their for a second, the two never wanting to move. They eventually did. "Will this impress your girl?" Isabella asked as they turned the music off.
"I think it just did." Phineas said and he winked at his friend. He started to exit and Isabella blushed madly.
"He was trying to impress... Me."